"Don't worry"

Aeria stood there and watched him as he signed the bottom of his journal, careful enough not to look at the contents for it might be private. "I swear, I'm not going to attack you or anything. I just want to explain what you saw and ask your for a favor. Pinkie promise and all that." She smiled a little because the attacking part never really crossed her mind. He sat down on one of the empty seats and she followed him, taking the empty seat to his right. "So..." Leon started to removed his gloves. After that, he undid his cuff-links and rolled back his sleeves, all in a very slow motion. From this distance, she could see that the scars were much deeper than they looked from when she first saw them. 

"They don't stop there either, but it'd be rude to take off my shirt in front of a girl I hardly know. Though there is.." She let her gaze wander around the scars a bit more before looking up to see what Leon was hiding behind his blonde hair. It brought her concern and curiosity but her facial expression remained unchanging. Blank. A wind swept across them, blowing their hair slightly to the direction. "Anyways... with you being the first person ever to see any of my scars, I just felt like I should say something. I just don't want it to get out that I'm covered in scars, or how I'm missing part of my one of my ears, or that my left arm is paralyzed. I mean, if I can't properly heal myself, how can anyone trust in me to heal them?" She stayed silent as she watched his face which was filled with worry.. and a little bit of sadness? She thought.

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"Sorry to lay all this onto you, really." Leon said with a sigh, "And sorry to put you on your guard." Leon sat up slightly, beginning to unroll his sleeves. He slid the cuff-link that resembled a rod with a snake wrapped tightly around it into his left sleeve and pulled on his leather glove, concealing his hand once more. "If you have anything you want to say or any questions, please share. I won't be going anywhere for awhile," Leon quietly chuckled as he began the challenge of trying to get his cuff-link back into his right sleeve, not having a left hand to take care of the job.
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She sighed and gently grabbed his right wrist so she could put the cuff-link back herself. She had a habit of taking care of things for other people whether they needed it or not, and not saying anything abut it or letting them react. She contemplated on whether she should ask the question that's been bugging her, but once it crossed her mind that this might be the last time they ever get to talk about it, she decided to ask. They don't really know what's gonna happen in the district and since a war was brewing according to the aliens that brought them here, a lot of things could happen. "What happened?" She asked after being so silent the whole time. She slid the cuff-link back to his right sleeve and once she was able to secure it, she let go of his arm slowly and looked at him as she waited for an answer. 

Although there was no more wind, the smell of vanilla still lingered in the air and she ran her fingers through her hair due to the sudden headache she got. Although this was her scent, she never really liked the smell of vanilla in the first place.